Liam stood by the door, his hand still resting on the handle as he watched Sofia move into the center of his living room.
The afternoon light was dying outside, casting long, honey-colored streaks across his floorboards, but all his focus was on the girl in front of him.
Liam watched the way her gaze drifted from the TV still glowing with the menu screen of that action movie, to the coffee table he'd wiped down three times, to the small kitchen area that was just clean enough to pass inspection.
His eyes tracked down her body, stopping at the curve of her waist where the white crop top ended.
Her jeans were tight enough to be a second skin, gripping her hips and pulling so thin across her thighs that the outline of her phone was etched into the denim of her back pocket.
When she shifted her weight, the fabric strained, and as she turned toward the bedroom, the heavy seams of the denim mapped the full, rounded shape of her ass.
